Perhaps a little too oblivious of the tight short shorts I was wearing at the time. He came over; not very attractive, in his early 60s possibly, but ...arely restrained in his attraction to me. He sat by me, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him eye my thick lips, followed by a slow descent to my crotch. He started talking to me, asking where I lived, if I had a girl or boyfriend, etc. I was offput by this, especially by someone considerably older than I was, but responded minimally.. Looking at it. Moving it. Feeling of me. I start getting hard again immediately. God, I want to fuck you so much.As it gets harder and harder you help it along by sucking it hard. Squeezing it with your lips. Touching your teeth to the knob. It swells quickly back to full erection.Moving on top of me. Guiding it back inside and beginning to bounce on it. Taking it deeper and deeper. Looking into my face. Enjoying my cock and the effect your tiny pussy has on me.I turn us a little. I can now see. Since before you split up with Jason I suppose. Why didn't you say anything?" "Oh, I don't know. We've both been stupid obviously..." We paused for a few seconds, but it was a different type to the pauses before, and we kept eye contact, then both leaned forward, a little hesitantly, until our lips met. Lifting the hand that she wasn't holding, I gently brushed her hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear, placing it around her head to pull her closer as our kiss became steadily more. “I want to, I want you to pee into my mouth. And I want to drink every last drop.” She moaned at that.“You’re crazy.. I don’t want to turn you off.,” she said, gasping.“I won’t. It turns me on. It feels so intimate. I want to drink your pee.”She gave up protesting and just leaned back, moaning and groaning. For a while, she didn’t move as I kept licking, and then slowly I felt a trickle of a slightly salty waterfall on my tongue. Aside from a slightly salty flavor, it tasted almost like water..